Your mornful words alive in my head,as my disturbed soul is left for dead,and my eyes bleed with pain,and my heart aches, while my spirits gleam into the darkness,finally i meet my peacemaker,the knife,i want to die,as i feel the knife ripping my arm raw,deeper and deeper,this is the way it was to be,to slit my wrists,and to drink my blood till my body takes no more,and the velvet stream flows,it flows into the jaws of death,through my body,and i feel the burning hatred that had been,but now i know i have reached my end.